Leyone Tracks - Misokazuki / Ganymede (&) Imachizuki / Bullet Train to Heaven's Door lyrics

[Verse I] Mother was a scholar, Pops was a scholar You, just a f** up, living in Chicago Searching for the Tower of God, towering Babylon Calm bombs lifted from the speech, hidden in the tongue My mom held, hieroglyphics in her cooking sk**s Pops held Heineken and jazz notes, Bebop'ed Whiskey in the breath, complex like my brother's prayers Illasi on the illest side of my iller noise Illinois phoned home, but I hung up Called Jesus on collect, but he hung up Buddhist monk mosh pits in my steps 5 precenter rhythms in my elder brother's monologues Oh yeah, we learned lessons / in the progression of: Firecracker gunshots, pimps slipping on their speech Colder than ice, ice cold with my slick talk Talking bout the stars, on the boulevard of lost dreams Cuz— [Chorus] We're all Kings Moving with cracked crowns To the sound of war drums On the run, with the sun on our backs They're all Queens Moving with cracked crowns To the sound of war drums On the run, with the sun on our Backs We're all Kings Moving with cracked crowns To the sound of war drums On the run, with the sun on our Backs We're all Royalty Moving with cracked crowns While Running to the heaven's Till Utopia is found [Verse II] Life in the stars, we're all just moon walking Tap dancing on our caskets, bayonets' lit the sky Cutting networks for our net worth, what's our neck's worth When you Harlem Shake from the noose's grip? You trying to hang, man? Meet me in the Elysian field [Where the rising sun fades with the moon shine – here] Take a shot, forget your thoughts in the knot of the universe Get your verse pulled from the shelf – rhyme or die You ain't saying sh**, slick to a can of oil Record recorder writing notes on the meek Seek illumination for your soul, before inheriting the earth Dwell at ease in your sea of mediocrity Find your place amidst a missed a mid-summer's night dream Quoting Shakespeare when your hollow heart's been pierced By the spear, of a failed destiny Step to me with some poetry, enlighten your life and you'll see [Chorus] We're all Kings Moving with cracked crowns To the sound of war drums On the run, with the sun on our backs They're all Queens Moving with cracked crowns To the sound of war drums On the run, with the sun on our Backs We're all Kings Moving with cracked crowns To the sound of war drums On the run, with the sun on our Backs We're all Royalty Moving with cracked crowns While Running to the heaven's Till Utopia is found [Transition to “Bullet Train to Heaven's Doorway] [Chorus x2] But they say we all Kings And we're searching For our Crowns Rocking a tight fitted Halo For the Angels on the ground But they say they all Queens And they're searching For their Crowns Rocking a tight fitted Halo For the Angels on the ground [Verse III: Vagabond Maurice] Started from the bottom of the skyline (Preach) Reaching for the top of the echelon (Preach) Etching these lyrics on the cosmos (Huh) And you still wondering what ONSOL is? (While) We sketching the sky, with cigarette smoke Out of the square, we out of the box My brothers evolved, (Huh) from your train of thought Got my penny's worth, working for my penny's work Alfred Pennyworth to a knight in darkened armor I'm in search for a Kingdom of dreams, talking to stars Cuz I want my brothers to see, beyond the boulevard Cops scrawl vernacular manslaughter, to the revolution Coalition of God's Chocolate in the sun / Black lives Is magic – Gone, in a puff of smoke / a canvas Of static, caught in a bottle, lightning in our quotes We float through the notes, peace in a Molotov Calling on all black boys stolen from the sun / I'm In dialogue with my healing process, making no progress But this whiskey gla** is empty / Shattering ceiling of gla** Talking that Jazz / with, Jasmine, during a Tea Time for Dragons / Making maneuvers, we cruising through / Dizzy Galactic time frames Coltrane on a train of thought / Ellington on a juke box / Solos on our souls, so / when we move The earth can dance in our groove / That's Sonny Stit(t)ched ‘Stardust' (Huh) / live from the Leyline/ Lay lines during moon rise / till we shine like Solar flares / During sunset, till (we're all Kings) [Chorus] We're all Kings Searching For our Crowns Rocking a tight fitted Halo For the Angels on the ground But they say they all Queens And they're searching For their Crowns Rocking a tight fitted Halo For the Angels on the ground